Return

I blinked and four years+ have passed since I opened this blog. Amazing.

So here's the update: I'm a grandfather five times over, with two more on the way. The 13 year old is quickly heading for that 18th birthday we talked about on the couch. He still has some of those same "bents" but he's becoming a pretty capable young man.

I have seen God surrounding this family as it extends to different states and then returns. He has been faithful through the years in ways that reveal themselves only in retrospect. I'm still promoting the same drug as I did then. I'm in my tenth year now... and the end is in sight. God will be at that end. There will be a direction, pray that I walk in it.

Dreams are elusive things, wisps of ideas that form and dissipate.

We are attending a different church than we did in 2009. Outreach is exciting, but discipleship is forever. The second is what this little band of Christians needed for a while. That and a closer fellowship.

Responsibilities have been pared away to the bare minimum, which is a surprise. How did that happen?

I read a study today that highlighted the reality that upwards of 75% of seminary graduates are not pastoring after five years in office. Some denominations have a much higher dropout rate. I am not alone. That is not comforting.

One key issue brought out in the comment section of the review was prayer specifically for and with the pastor. Someone believed in the power of prayer enough to spend time with the flock leader for the purpose of spiritual encouragement and fortification. That was a sense, an urge, I had during the mid-2000's. Permission was given at that time to set appointments to do just that as I traveled around the state.

I sense a wisp, do you?